Let's Not Be L7
Title: Let's Not Be L7
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 043. Square.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, fingering, barebacking, felching, snowballing, sort of, idfk. I'm frustrated with life, so I wrote filth.
Summary: Jared really likes that slow pan up Dean's body in Phantom Traveler, and making a mess of Jensen.
Jensen cursed when he realized how late he needed to be on set, Jared already gone for the day. He rooted in Dean's jacket pocket for his phone and pulled it out, texting Jared to let him know their night alone would have to wait a few hours. Jared's reply of "Fuck. Okay." showed obvious disappointment, and Jensen sighed, expecting Jared to be in bed and asleep by the time he got home.
Of course, there were times Jared still managed to surprise Jensen, and when Jensen finally dragged himself through the door, he was greeted by the sight of Jared naked on the couch, a beer in one hand and his dick in the other. Jared was hard, unbelievably so, his eyes glassy and hooded from alcohol and lust. Jensen stopped short, breath catching...and then he tilted his head, confused by a low sound coming from the TV. Jared put his beer down (a number of other bottles littered the floor) to pick up the remote for a few seconds, then grabbed the beer back up again.
"Dude. Are you watching porn without me?" Jensen walked further into the room and turned towards the TV...and then his jaw dropped.
"Love this scene, man," Jared drunkenly commented, his voice low, slow, and gravelly. Jensen turned and watched Jared slowly stroke up his cock as the camera dragged its way up Dean’s body, fabulous bed hair sticking up in Season One fashion. "You're just so..." Jared trailed off, ditching his beer for the remote again, rewind, repeat.
Jensen shook his head, smirking a little. "How long have you been doing this?"
Jared just barely shrugged, nonchalant, sipping his beer and fisting his dick while the scene played out yet again, and Jensen realized Jared's eyes hadn't left the screen since he'd walked in. This time, Jared laughed a little at his own appearance on the screen. "You know, if me then knew what me now knows now, I totally would've crawled up the bed, pulled those boxers down your bowlegs, and rimmed the shit out of your asshole."
Oh.
Jensen paused, watching Jared lower his beer, rewind, then drink and jerk again. His own dick took some interest in what Jared had said, but he frowned at Jared's overall focus. "I'm right here, you know. You don't need that anymo-"
Jensen cut himself off, eyes widening as Jared let his head fall back and groaned deep in his throat, eyes closing and hips lifting off the couch, fucking into his fist. Jensen found his own focus, eyes zeroing in on Jared's stiff dick, the deeply flushed head slipping in and out of Jared's tightened palm, and the just noticeable slick pushing out of the slit and sticking to Jared's long fingers. Disregard for his physical presence forgotten, Jensen found himself glued to the spot, hard and pulsing, wondering if Jared, who'd obviously been at this a while, would finish himself off right there, on the couch, all from watching seconds of Jensen's clothed body on the screen.
Jared lifted his head back up and looked at Jensen, smiling as his head wobbled a bit. “I was bored, and you were late,” he said, just now offering an explanation for his behavior.
“Yeah,” Jensen muttered, stepping towards Jared. He licked his lips and inched closer. “You want me to help you with that?” he asked, all too ready and willing to get down on his knees and take Jared’s dick in his mouth, feel that stiff prick on his tongue, and taste what he could already see spilling over Jared’s fingertips.
“How ‘bout you get upstairs?” Jared slurred, thumping his beer down and leering at Jensen. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all goddamn night.”
Jared nodded towards the TV, and Jensen got the message. He played it cool, backing away at a leisurely pace and meandering up the stairs, but he cursed and palmed his crotch once he was out of sight, clothes feeling too tight. Jensen stripped as he walked into the bedroom, ditching his shirt even though Dean wore his, shoes off, jeans and socks off. He walked into the bathroom, mussing his hair up as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His hair wasn’t quite as long as it had been in the episode Jared had been watching, but it would do, pieces sticking up in different directions. He tried not to think about how easy he was, how he was rushing to ready himself for Jared like a fucking schoolgirl, because it didn’t matter. He adjusted himself in his boxers and made his way to the bed, lying face-down on the mattress, cheek shoved into his pillow, legs splayed and bent just so.
And then he waited, pressing his hips into the mattress every so often to get some relief, some friction, body tight with anticipation. It got to the point where he was beginning to feel angry, frustrated, figuring Jared had just passed out drunk on the couch and left him hanging out to dry, after all this.
The sudden swoosh of the bedroom door swinging wider caught Jensen’s attention, and he stilled on the bed, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing, just waiting. He could hear Jared’s not-so-steady steps, felt Jared tumble onto the foot of the mattress, and he almost wanted to laugh. But then the mattress shifted, and Jared’s hands smoothed up Jensen’s calves, followed the outward curve of his shins, skimmed up his thighs, and palmed his ass through his boxers, giving a little squeeze.
“Fuck.” It was barely audible, but Jensen heard it, his lips parting, slowly blowing out a breath and still waiting. Jared palmed and squeezed some more, pressing Jensen down into the mattress, and Jensen’s fingers twisted in the sheets beneath his pillow.
Jared’s fingertips gently slipped beneath the waistband of Jensen’s boxers, and Jensen had no idea Jared could be so delicate after drinking. The soft material and Jared’s skin skimmed down Jensen’s bare ass, slowly revealing him, and Jared groaned, adjusting Jensen’s body and legs as he needed to get the underwear off and toss it away. There was a brief pause, and then Jensen heard Jared inhale deeply, the sound muffled. It was so hard to not break the moment, turn around, and tell Jared he was such a creep for smelling his underwear, but then Jared’s hands were on him again, following the curve of his legs and then pushing them further apart, the bed shifting again as Jared settled between them, palms cupping Jensen’s ass and spreading it open.
The first touch of Jared’s lips to Jensen’s skin was a tease, a tender kiss pressed to the soft flesh of the right side of Jensen’s ass, not even close. Jared kept it up, light, gentle kisses along the cheeks he was holding open, taking his time. The first touch of Jared’s tongue was the same, licking up the left side, then the right, but Jensen still gasped and shifted.
Then it got rougher, Jared’s teeth nipping up one side and down the other, still avoiding his hole, but the bites coming faster, harder, Jared’s hands tightly squeezing Jensen’s ass. Jensen was breathing heavily, finding it difficult to move beneath Jared’s hands and get some friction against the sheets, dick jerking beneath him. He almost wanted to complain, but Jensen was never averse to foreplay, and Jared knew it. There was something about the wait, the build, the power, the struggle. Whichever side Jensen was on, he enjoyed it, because it made everything sharper, more intense. Though he desperately needed to get off, this moment was something that thrilled him, his ass already feeling used from the sting and burn of Jared’s teeth and nails, the soothing but hot licks of Jared’s tongue. With the start of the season, Jared’s face was freshly shaven, and Jensen maintained himself enough that when Jared got close enough, it was smooth skin against smooth skin, a sharp contrast to the teasing bits of pleasure-pain making Jensen’s body grow hotter.
It was that much more unexpected when Jared’s mouth left him for only a split second, tongue suddenly returning to lick straight up between Jensen’s cheeks, over his hole. Jensen gasped and jolted, bucking and pushing back for more. Jared pulled away again, just his hands groping Jensen and keeping him in place. And then he was in close, face pressed up against Jensen, nose riding Jensen’s crease as his tongue circled Jensen’s hole. He kissed, licked, and sucked when he could get close enough to Jensen’s skin, nails once again digging into the meat of Jensen’s ass when Jensen cried out, arching his back.
Jared had suddenly moved from slow and teasing to fast, sloppy, and rough, his face and Jensen’s ass wet with saliva, teeth grazing, lifting to bite at Jensen’s cheeks, hands clenching, nails digging in. Jensen turned his face into his pillow and clawed at the sheets, now damp beneath his dick, keening as the pleasure kept building and Jared kept moving, the fast pace almost torture in itself. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only feel the hard pulse in his veins, the loosening and clenching of his hole, wanting more, the shivers up and down his spine, the ache in his balls.
The sound he made when Jared finally probed with the tip of his tongue, pushing in as much as he could, was almost undignified, but Jensen couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the cries as Jared tried again and again, hot, wet tongue pushing against him, breaching him the slightest bit and retracting, circling him and pushing in again, Jared moaning against him. He couldn’t help the sudden, desperate pleas that fell from his lips, the incessant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” that deprived him of even more oxygen, and Jared wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t relent, Jensen practically sobbing as his dick throbbed with need.
Jared’s long middle finger suddenly pushing past the muscle to twist deep inside him was again unexpected, and Jensen felt his body tighten, his ass clenching as much as it could around the slim length of it, the slight burn it created, the press of it against his prostate. He was trying to hold on, trying to breathe, but then Jared was fucking him with two fingers, fast and with purpose, aiming for that same spot over and over again at a pace Jensen just couldn’t handle. He gasped and pushed back into it, coiling tight. He trembled as his balls drew up, dick going thick and rigid, and he came with a muffled shout, eyes shut tight, breath blowing hot between his face and the pillow beneath him, dampened with sweat.
Jared held him there, worked him through it, fingers still moving and pressing, Jensen helplessly gasping and jerking with each touch, each jolt, each spurt of come that messed his belly and the sheets. He panted as Jared finally let up, let him come down, head swimming from the height of orgasm, shuddering as Jared’s fingers slipped out of his body.
Jensen was only dimly aware of the noises in the room then, so when Jared slicked his dick up, pushed Jensen’s legs further apart, and thrust into him, Jensen cried out in surprise, in pleasure, whimpering with the stimulation.
“Shh,” Jared soothed, covering Jensen’s back with his body, mouth close to Jensen’s ear, breath puffing over it. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Jensen took a breath and shook, trying to take everything in, trying to make that decision. It was too much, for sure, but Jensen wasn’t always averse to that. While it was a shock to suddenly be spread wide open on Jared’s cock, and while a large part of him just wanted to rest, to come down further from the impossible high he’d been on, there was that small part of him that still found the pleasure in the moment. He found himself submitting, ass clenching around Jared’s dick, and Jared just moaned appreciatively and shoved in deeper.
It was like torture, but Jensen had to admit that he loved it, Jared beginning with the gentle, slow roll of his hips and then moving, lifting himself up and grabbing onto Jensen’s hips, slamming in hard. Jensen took it, as he only could, gasped and took up his tight grip on the sheets again when Jared slapped at his ass on the next push in, then smoothed over it with his palm, easing the sting. Jensen was being used, needed for Jared to get off, and all these extra sparks of pleasure made him jolt and cant his hips, wondering if he could actually get hard again, feeling the sensitivity and stimulation of his dick against the sheets.
But Jared had held out for too long, and this couldn’t last long enough to get Jensen there again. Jared’s voice grew louder in the room, skin slapping against Jensen’s as he lost control and fucked in without care or rhythm. Jensen writhed below him, feeling too full, feeling too much, Jared more than once thrusting over his prostate, and it left him keening, riding that line between screaming for Jared to stop and wanting just a little bit more. But Jared suddenly shoved in deep, balls pressed up against Jensen’s, and stopped, crying out and shaking, fingers gripping Jensen’s hips tight as he held on, trying to stay here, grounded, through the force of his orgasm.
He came, warm and thick inside Jensen, and each shot left him jerking and grinding, trying to get even deeper, even though it was impossible. The sounds he made were loud enough to make Jensen worry about the neighbors, then feel a surge of pride and flood of heat, knowing that if anybody heard Jared, they’d know it was Jensen who made him feel that way; got him off and made him come so hard that he would leave bruises on Jensen’s skin. Those marks Jensen would wear proudly, used and fucked raw, but smug.
Jensen waited, listening to Jared catch his breath, feeling Jared’s grip ease off a bit, his body relax. He waited while Jared took his time pulling out, closing his eyes against the slick, warm friction, knowing that Jared was watching it happen with satisfaction. As expected, Jared gave a shaky laugh once he was free, slapping and squeezing Jensen’s ass again.
“God, I love being inside you,” Jared murmured, and any response Jensen had was lost when Jared’s hands spread his ass cheeks wide open again, Jared watching as his own come slipped out of Jensen’s hole, fingering it lightly. “You took so much,” Jared whispered, rubbing and spreading the come over Jensen’s hole. “So amazing, Jen.”
“Jared…” Jensen tried to say it without trembling, but then he shuddered violently when he felt Jared’s mouth on him again, grabbing at his pillow and shoving his face down in it. “Oh, God.”
The thing about Jensen was that he was generally clean, neat, tidy; just shy of annoying Jared with it sometimes. And the thing about Jared was that he loved to exploit moments like this for just that reason. This entire night was about that, Jensen realized, marking Jensen up and making him feel so dirty he could barely stand it, Jared sucking his own come out of Jensen’s body. It was wrong, disgusting, and it didn’t have any right to feel good at all. Jensen couldn’t push back for more, shouldn’t push back for more, but he found himself doing it, moaning and shivering, wondering what the hell happened to him when he fell for this awful man whose hands were pressing down hard on his thighs.
“Stop,” Jensen finally managed, but not because it was wrong or disgusting, only because it was too good, too much. Jared stopped and quickly turned Jensen over, lips pressing against Jensen’s, tongue parting them. Jensen tasted his own musk there, Jared’s come pushed into his mouth. Filthy, Jensen thought, and he swore to himself that he hated it, even as he pushed his fingers into Jared’s hair and pulled him closer, sharing in the moment.
They both collapsed when it was over, Jared pulling Jensen away from the mess he’d left now staining the sheets. His arms wrapped around Jensen from behind, spooning, and Jensen was too tired to move or argue, taking some comfort in the way Jared held him, anyway.
“I love you,” Jared said, all tired and wrecked, but clear and heartfelt, pressing a kiss just behind Jensen’s ear. And just like that, any remaining tension in Jensen’s body was gone, washed away. However rough, dirty, and wrong they’d just been, however marked and used Jensen was, it was okay here, in this bed, with Jared.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 043. Square.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, fingering, barebacking, felching, snowballing, sort of, idfk. I'm frustrated with life, so I wrote filth.
Summary: Jared really likes that slow pan up Dean's body in Phantom Traveler, and making a mess of Jensen.
Jensen cursed when he realized how late he needed to be on set, Jared already gone for the day. He rooted in Dean's jacket pocket for his phone and pulled it out, texting Jared to let him know their night alone would have to wait a few hours. Jared's reply of "Fuck. Okay." showed obvious disappointment, and Jensen sighed, expecting Jared to be in bed and asleep by the time he got home.
Of course, there were times Jared still managed to surprise Jensen, and when Jensen finally dragged himself through the door, he was greeted by the sight of Jared naked on the couch, a beer in one hand and his dick in the other. Jared was hard, unbelievably so, his eyes glassy and hooded from alcohol and lust. Jensen stopped short, breath catching...and then he tilted his head, confused by a low sound coming from the TV. Jared put his beer down (a number of other bottles littered the floor) to pick up the remote for a few seconds, then grabbed the beer back up again.
"Dude. Are you watching porn without me?" Jensen walked further into the room and turned towards the TV...and then his jaw dropped.
"Love this scene, man," Jared drunkenly commented, his voice low, slow, and gravelly. Jensen turned and watched Jared slowly stroke up his cock as the camera dragged its way up Dean’s body, fabulous bed hair sticking up in Season One fashion. "You're just so..." Jared trailed off, ditching his beer for the remote again, rewind, repeat.
Jensen shook his head, smirking a little. "How long have you been doing this?"
Jared just barely shrugged, nonchalant, sipping his beer and fisting his dick while the scene played out yet again, and Jensen realized Jared's eyes hadn't left the screen since he'd walked in. This time, Jared laughed a little at his own appearance on the screen. "You know, if me then knew what me now knows now, I totally would've crawled up the bed, pulled those boxers down your bowlegs, and rimmed the shit out of your asshole."
Oh.
Jensen paused, watching Jared lower his beer, rewind, then drink and jerk again. His own dick took some interest in what Jared had said, but he frowned at Jared's overall focus. "I'm right here, you know. You don't need that anymo-"
Jensen cut himself off, eyes widening as Jared let his head fall back and groaned deep in his throat, eyes closing and hips lifting off the couch, fucking into his fist. Jensen found his own focus, eyes zeroing in on Jared's stiff dick, the deeply flushed head slipping in and out of Jared's tightened palm, and the just noticeable slick pushing out of the slit and sticking to Jared's long fingers. Disregard for his physical presence forgotten, Jensen found himself glued to the spot, hard and pulsing, wondering if Jared, who'd obviously been at this a while, would finish himself off right there, on the couch, all from watching seconds of Jensen's clothed body on the screen.
Jared lifted his head back up and looked at Jensen, smiling as his head wobbled a bit. “I was bored, and you were late,” he said, just now offering an explanation for his behavior.
“Yeah,” Jensen muttered, stepping towards Jared. He licked his lips and inched closer. “You want me to help you with that?” he asked, all too ready and willing to get down on his knees and take Jared’s dick in his mouth, feel that stiff prick on his tongue, and taste what he could already see spilling over Jared’s fingertips.
“How ‘bout you get upstairs?” Jared slurred, thumping his beer down and leering at Jensen. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all goddamn night.”
Jared nodded towards the TV, and Jensen got the message. He played it cool, backing away at a leisurely pace and meandering up the stairs, but he cursed and palmed his crotch once he was out of sight, clothes feeling too tight. Jensen stripped as he walked into the bedroom, ditching his shirt even though Dean wore his, shoes off, jeans and socks off. He walked into the bathroom, mussing his hair up as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His hair wasn’t quite as long as it had been in the episode Jared had been watching, but it would do, pieces sticking up in different directions. He tried not to think about how easy he was, how he was rushing to ready himself for Jared like a fucking schoolgirl, because it didn’t matter. He adjusted himself in his boxers and made his way to the bed, lying face-down on the mattress, cheek shoved into his pillow, legs splayed and bent just so.
And then he waited, pressing his hips into the mattress every so often to get some relief, some friction, body tight with anticipation. It got to the point where he was beginning to feel angry, frustrated, figuring Jared had just passed out drunk on the couch and left him hanging out to dry, after all this.
The sudden swoosh of the bedroom door swinging wider caught Jensen’s attention, and he stilled on the bed, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing, just waiting. He could hear Jared’s not-so-steady steps, felt Jared tumble onto the foot of the mattress, and he almost wanted to laugh. But then the mattress shifted, and Jared’s hands smoothed up Jensen’s calves, followed the outward curve of his shins, skimmed up his thighs, and palmed his ass through his boxers, giving a little squeeze.
“Fuck.” It was barely audible, but Jensen heard it, his lips parting, slowly blowing out a breath and still waiting. Jared palmed and squeezed some more, pressing Jensen down into the mattress, and Jensen’s fingers twisted in the sheets beneath his pillow.
Jared’s fingertips gently slipped beneath the waistband of Jensen’s boxers, and Jensen had no idea Jared could be so delicate after drinking. The soft material and Jared’s skin skimmed down Jensen’s bare ass, slowly revealing him, and Jared groaned, adjusting Jensen’s body and legs as he needed to get the underwear off and toss it away. There was a brief pause, and then Jensen heard Jared inhale deeply, the sound muffled. It was so hard to not break the moment, turn around, and tell Jared he was such a creep for smelling his underwear, but then Jared’s hands were on him again, following the curve of his legs and then pushing them further apart, the bed shifting again as Jared settled between them, palms cupping Jensen’s ass and spreading it open.
The first touch of Jared’s lips to Jensen’s skin was a tease, a tender kiss pressed to the soft flesh of the right side of Jensen’s ass, not even close. Jared kept it up, light, gentle kisses along the cheeks he was holding open, taking his time. The first touch of Jared’s tongue was the same, licking up the left side, then the right, but Jensen still gasped and shifted.
Then it got rougher, Jared’s teeth nipping up one side and down the other, still avoiding his hole, but the bites coming faster, harder, Jared’s hands tightly squeezing Jensen’s ass. Jensen was breathing heavily, finding it difficult to move beneath Jared’s hands and get some friction against the sheets, dick jerking beneath him. He almost wanted to complain, but Jensen was never averse to foreplay, and Jared knew it. There was something about the wait, the build, the power, the struggle. Whichever side Jensen was on, he enjoyed it, because it made everything sharper, more intense. Though he desperately needed to get off, this moment was something that thrilled him, his ass already feeling used from the sting and burn of Jared’s teeth and nails, the soothing but hot licks of Jared’s tongue. With the start of the season, Jared’s face was freshly shaven, and Jensen maintained himself enough that when Jared got close enough, it was smooth skin against smooth skin, a sharp contrast to the teasing bits of pleasure-pain making Jensen’s body grow hotter.
It was that much more unexpected when Jared’s mouth left him for only a split second, tongue suddenly returning to lick straight up between Jensen’s cheeks, over his hole. Jensen gasped and jolted, bucking and pushing back for more. Jared pulled away again, just his hands groping Jensen and keeping him in place. And then he was in close, face pressed up against Jensen, nose riding Jensen’s crease as his tongue circled Jensen’s hole. He kissed, licked, and sucked when he could get close enough to Jensen’s skin, nails once again digging into the meat of Jensen’s ass when Jensen cried out, arching his back.
Jared had suddenly moved from slow and teasing to fast, sloppy, and rough, his face and Jensen’s ass wet with saliva, teeth grazing, lifting to bite at Jensen’s cheeks, hands clenching, nails digging in. Jensen turned his face into his pillow and clawed at the sheets, now damp beneath his dick, keening as the pleasure kept building and Jared kept moving, the fast pace almost torture in itself. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only feel the hard pulse in his veins, the loosening and clenching of his hole, wanting more, the shivers up and down his spine, the ache in his balls.
The sound he made when Jared finally probed with the tip of his tongue, pushing in as much as he could, was almost undignified, but Jensen couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the cries as Jared tried again and again, hot, wet tongue pushing against him, breaching him the slightest bit and retracting, circling him and pushing in again, Jared moaning against him. He couldn’t help the sudden, desperate pleas that fell from his lips, the incessant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” that deprived him of even more oxygen, and Jared wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t relent, Jensen practically sobbing as his dick throbbed with need.
Jared’s long middle finger suddenly pushing past the muscle to twist deep inside him was again unexpected, and Jensen felt his body tighten, his ass clenching as much as it could around the slim length of it, the slight burn it created, the press of it against his prostate. He was trying to hold on, trying to breathe, but then Jared was fucking him with two fingers, fast and with purpose, aiming for that same spot over and over again at a pace Jensen just couldn’t handle. He gasped and pushed back into it, coiling tight. He trembled as his balls drew up, dick going thick and rigid, and he came with a muffled shout, eyes shut tight, breath blowing hot between his face and the pillow beneath him, dampened with sweat.
Jared held him there, worked him through it, fingers still moving and pressing, Jensen helplessly gasping and jerking with each touch, each jolt, each spurt of come that messed his belly and the sheets. He panted as Jared finally let up, let him come down, head swimming from the height of orgasm, shuddering as Jared’s fingers slipped out of his body.
Jensen was only dimly aware of the noises in the room then, so when Jared slicked his dick up, pushed Jensen’s legs further apart, and thrust into him, Jensen cried out in surprise, in pleasure, whimpering with the stimulation.
“Shh,” Jared soothed, covering Jensen’s back with his body, mouth close to Jensen’s ear, breath puffing over it. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Jensen took a breath and shook, trying to take everything in, trying to make that decision. It was too much, for sure, but Jensen wasn’t always averse to that. While it was a shock to suddenly be spread wide open on Jared’s cock, and while a large part of him just wanted to rest, to come down further from the impossible high he’d been on, there was that small part of him that still found the pleasure in the moment. He found himself submitting, ass clenching around Jared’s dick, and Jared just moaned appreciatively and shoved in deeper.
It was like torture, but Jensen had to admit that he loved it, Jared beginning with the gentle, slow roll of his hips and then moving, lifting himself up and grabbing onto Jensen’s hips, slamming in hard. Jensen took it, as he only could, gasped and took up his tight grip on the sheets again when Jared slapped at his ass on the next push in, then smoothed over it with his palm, easing the sting. Jensen was being used, needed for Jared to get off, and all these extra sparks of pleasure made him jolt and cant his hips, wondering if he could actually get hard again, feeling the sensitivity and stimulation of his dick against the sheets.
But Jared had held out for too long, and this couldn’t last long enough to get Jensen there again. Jared’s voice grew louder in the room, skin slapping against Jensen’s as he lost control and fucked in without care or rhythm. Jensen writhed below him, feeling too full, feeling too much, Jared more than once thrusting over his prostate, and it left him keening, riding that line between screaming for Jared to stop and wanting just a little bit more. But Jared suddenly shoved in deep, balls pressed up against Jensen’s, and stopped, crying out and shaking, fingers gripping Jensen’s hips tight as he held on, trying to stay here, grounded, through the force of his orgasm.
He came, warm and thick inside Jensen, and each shot left him jerking and grinding, trying to get even deeper, even though it was impossible. The sounds he made were loud enough to make Jensen worry about the neighbors, then feel a surge of pride and flood of heat, knowing that if anybody heard Jared, they’d know it was Jensen who made him feel that way; got him off and made him come so hard that he would leave bruises on Jensen’s skin. Those marks Jensen would wear proudly, used and fucked raw, but smug.
Jensen waited, listening to Jared catch his breath, feeling Jared’s grip ease off a bit, his body relax. He waited while Jared took his time pulling out, closing his eyes against the slick, warm friction, knowing that Jared was watching it happen with satisfaction. As expected, Jared gave a shaky laugh once he was free, slapping and squeezing Jensen’s ass again.
“God, I love being inside you,” Jared murmured, and any response Jensen had was lost when Jared’s hands spread his ass cheeks wide open again, Jared watching as his own come slipped out of Jensen’s hole, fingering it lightly. “You took so much,” Jared whispered, rubbing and spreading the come over Jensen’s hole. “So amazing, Jen.”
“Jared…” Jensen tried to say it without trembling, but then he shuddered violently when he felt Jared’s mouth on him again, grabbing at his pillow and shoving his face down in it. “Oh, God.”
The thing about Jensen was that he was generally clean, neat, tidy; just shy of annoying Jared with it sometimes. And the thing about Jared was that he loved to exploit moments like this for just that reason. This entire night was about that, Jensen realized, marking Jensen up and making him feel so dirty he could barely stand it, Jared sucking his own come out of Jensen’s body. It was wrong, disgusting, and it didn’t have any right to feel good at all. Jensen couldn’t push back for more, shouldn’t push back for more, but he found himself doing it, moaning and shivering, wondering what the hell happened to him when he fell for this awful man whose hands were pressing down hard on his thighs.
“Stop,” Jensen finally managed, but not because it was wrong or disgusting, only because it was too good, too much. Jared stopped and quickly turned Jensen over, lips pressing against Jensen’s, tongue parting them. Jensen tasted his own musk there, Jared’s come pushed into his mouth. Filthy, Jensen thought, and he swore to himself that he hated it, even as he pushed his fingers into Jared’s hair and pulled him closer, sharing in the moment.
They both collapsed when it was over, Jared pulling Jensen away from the mess he’d left now staining the sheets. His arms wrapped around Jensen from behind, spooning, and Jensen was too tired to move or argue, taking some comfort in the way Jared held him, anyway.
“I love you,” Jared said, all tired and wrecked, but clear and heartfelt, pressing a kiss just behind Jensen’s ear. And just like that, any remaining tension in Jensen’s body was gone, washed away. However rough, dirty, and wrong they’d just been, however marked and used Jensen was, it was okay here, in this bed, with Jared.